The overwhelming sense of helplessness left him teetering on the brink of collapse, ready to be crushed by the slightest additional burden!
"If you want to die, it doesn't have to be so complicated. Self-harm?" A deep voice, cold and biting, rang out.
Lucas Scott lifted his head, and the next second, saw Chester Yale stepping out of the elevator.
His imposing figure was like an emperor, with dark eyes sharp, casting just a cold glance.
The black suit outlined his frame, upright and noble beyond defilement.
He strode toward Lucas Scott, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips.
Lucas Scott lowered his gaze, hiding the tears in his eyes, his tall body leaning against the wall, both hands limp at his sides.
The bloodstain dripped continuously through his fingers.
He seemed insensitive to the pain, glanced at Chester Yale, his thin lips parting slightly, his voice hoarse.
"Here to laugh at me?"
"..."
